GITA HOOD RICH
“My bite sized crush.”
[X]GREAT GRANDSON OF WOLF LONG THE CUBAN
I’m from the Long family.
Black Indian-Cubans.
A family of hard workers, wreckless drinkers, seasoned fighters,
slick hustlers and charmed gamblers.
Woodbury Manor legends.
Dollar party throwers.
Where Peck stabbed Donald.
When Eggie sliced a Rothmiller brother’s face in the street
and somehow again at the police department in 1974.
Before Grandma Edith gave up Chivas for her lord and savior Jesus Christ.
My father calmed his father when Wolf threw Gran down the stairs.
Sport and John.
45, 50, Shamala and Bird’s house with the rooftop raid escape.
Rivals of the Harvey’s.
The cut between Barber and Hopkins and the drugs there.
Uncle Cuz. Aunt Betsy.
Dark skin and straight hair.
No moustaches, no beards and handsome faces.
Our first guns.
An eternal promise.
Forever branded by the era and the keep of a bloodline.
Women forever in love.
Men chased from the daughters.
A young pup fastened by folk tales and cousins.
Gilded by honor and pride.
I’m the Great-Grandson of the legendary Wolf Long the Cuban.
[X]NOUNS
Johnny Cash at San Quentin State Prison Album
Skeet Shooting Ranges
Jack Daniels Pocket Bottles
Plaid Shirts.
Barfights
Tiger Lillies
Tigers
Throwing Knives
Chewing Tobacco
Capone & Noreaga- War Report Album
Harmonica’s
Banjo’s
Taco’s w/ Lime Juice
Catnaps
Sunrise Beach Runs
Beach Camping
Beach Bonfire Parties
